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“Please,” she whimpered sexily, spreading her legs wide. The lust within her was beyond

anything she could have ever dreamed of experiencing, and she wasn't above begging. “Please

Marrok.”

“You're so damned beautiful, your body complete perfection. I don't think a man alive could

resist you lying in front of them with your slit wet with need. I'm going to have to take you,” he muttered, his eyes locking onto the area between her legs with a naked intensity. “I needed to prepare you better, but the heat between us is too strong. I've waited so long for you that I can't wait another moment to possess you.”

Lowering himself down on the bed, he slid in between her legs. Marrok's hair swung over her,

the tips teasing the nerve endings in her skin. Underneath his muscular body, Taylor felt delicate and sheltered.

He glanced down, his expression rueful. His cock extended well over her mound, making her

clench deep inside in anticipation. “It's going to take some work to get all this in that sweet, tight hole.”

His dick swelled even larger at the thought.

She groaned at his words, as she slid her fingers down and pulled gently at her lips. Marrok's dick was huge, far larger than anything she could have ever imagined. It looked to be at least nine inches, maybe more so. He was also extremely thick, his flesh smooth and tanned there as well.

Blushing at her words, but unable to hold them back, she said, “Fuck me. The thought of you having to work your huge cock in just excites me even more.”

Her passage convulsed at her words, her body demonstrating how much she desired him. A

fresh wave of wetness oozed out of her core, preparing the way for him. Marrok watched it all intently.

He moved his right hand between her legs, while stroking his length with his left one.

His fingertips grazed her swollen flesh, and Taylor moaned at the contact. He smiled, pleased

with her reaction. “You like that, huh? Let's see what you think about this.”

Marrok dipped his thumb into her juices before moving up to her clit. Gently, he rotated it in small, circular motions as pleasure flooded her senses. “I'm so close,” she gasped out. “I don't want to come without you in me, Marrok.”

His hand stopped as she whimpered in protest. “Believe me, you're not going to,” he replied, his voice harsh. “But I need you to know this. When I take you, Taylor, you're mine. I'm claiming you, and this means forever. There won't be any one-night stands between us. I don't care about the past, or what may or may not have happened. It doesn't influence this at all. At the first thrust it's you and me, no matter what. If you can't agree to this, leave now, while I still have some control left to me.”

His words thrilled her. The years melted away, and she was that twenty-five year old virgin

again, rescued by a hot male that any woman would burn for. For a moment, she was lost in the fantasy, before reality dropped down on her like a ton of bricks.

Her time in captivity washed over her, completely eliminating the wondrous desire she'd found

in his arms. What in the hell was she thinking? Taylor was full of shame and regret as her fingers fell away from between her legs. Her eyes closed in disbelief. She was humiliated by her actions.

She was a sham, nothing more than half a woman. Already the effects of the drug were hitting

her again. Pretty soon, she'd be completely numb to all emotions. She had nothing to offer him.

Nothing. Although she might look twenty-five, she wasn't. The time spent as a prisoner had changed her, leaving behind a woman not worthy of what he was offering. Marrok deserved much better than she could ever be.

He deserved a woman that could love him wholeheartedly, free of the shaming experiences

she'd been through. It would be committing them both to hell, just for the pleasures they found in bed together. Even that would get old to him quick, once he realized she had nothing else to offer him.

Taylor was changed, altered in ways that would never allow her to be free again. She'd seen too much, been through too much to ever be normal again.

A shiver ran through her. Carlos would be after her, if he wasn't already. He was too powerful to escape from. Staying with Marrok was just putting him, and the entire pack, at risk. They were too good and kind to ever deserve that. Should Carlos find her here, he would somehow manage to

eliminate or capture the entire pack. She couldn't be that selfish, she refused to be.

* * * * *

expression. His dick was still hard and pulsating, but the red was quickly fading from his eyes.

She'd stood up and pulled her clothing on, keeping her back to him. Hurt and anger shot through his body with equal intensities. Her statement was bold, even without the words. His mate was

rejecting him.

His eyes narrowed. It would be over his dead body before he let her ever leave him. It was

unheard of. Mates simply didn't refuse their mating. He'd waited nearly his entire life for her, it was past time to move forward with this.

He knew she was hurt, scared, and healing from a terrible time. Marrok wanted to be a part of

that, a part of her future. Recovering from that terrible ordeal was one thing. He could accept it and give her as much time as she needed. This was something unacceptable, though. Taylor was outright refusing him as a mate, and that was something he couldn't allow.

He stood up and gently turned her around. Her eyes were filled with tears, but her expression

was calm. “I want to know what happened to you during the years we were apart,” he said with his eyes locked on hers. “I have to know what happened.”

She shook her head in refusal. “What happened to me is my own burden to bear. I'll tell you

anything but that. That's the one thing I will never talk about.
Ever
.”

“I won't accept that,” he growled out, his voice quietly dangerous and determined, even to his own ears.

Whether or not he could have swayed her, Marrok would never know. A knock sounded on the

front door, and Taylor appeared relieved at the interruption. Marrok didn't leave, though. Instead he stared down at her, silently willing her to say something, anything to give him hope. She pressed her lips together and looked away.

The caller began to beat impatiently. He shot a glare at the wall, his body pulsating with anger, anxiety, and lust. “This isn't over, Taylor,” he said, looking back down at her. “Whatever has happened to you we can get through, if you let me in.
Just let me in.
”

* * * * *

exhausted again. Her stomach growled, demanding food, not to mention she still had to use the

bathroom. Funny how a woman could forget those things in the heat of the moment. Then again,

Marrok was fine enough to make a woman forget anything but being in his bed.

She heard him answer the door. Knowing the coast was clear, she headed to the bathroom.

Washing her face and brushing her teeth, she stared at the woman in the mirror. Her face was

completely calm, nothing more than a mask. Deep within she was in turmoil, but it was hidden behind the effects of the drugs.

Walking down the hallway she followed the sound of their voices, not that she needed to. In a

house this small, there were only so many places they could be. Stepping into the large, open room that served as living room and kitchen, she immediately recognized the doctor from the night before.

Doctor Sanders sat in a chair across from Marrok, his face grave. “Ah, there you are, Taylor,”

he said, standing up in greeting. “Marrok said you'd be along shortly.”

“Yes, I'm here now,” she replied uncomfortably. “Did you get the results of my tests back?” She hoped so. She had to know where she stood. Sometimes she wondered if she was even still human.

“Yes,” Doctor Sanders replied, sitting back down and looking in the folder he held in his hands.

“As you know, we ran a range of tests on your blood work. It wasn't inconsiderable. We are able to check for anything that a human lab can, and many more they've never heard of. What we got back is interesting, to say the least.”

“What do you mean?” Marrok asked, refusing to look at Taylor. He was in complete control of

his emotions, his expression unreadable. Nobody would have guessed that moments before they'd been locked in a passionate embrace... Or the subsequent disagreement that had followed.

Doctor Sanders reviewed the paperwork in his hand. “Essentially Taylor is healthy, but there are some concerns. She's malnourished for one, although that's easily rectified with a steady diet of healthy food. Physically she's got the body of a twenty-five year old woman.” He stopped and sighed heavily, before pulling off his glasses and rubbing at his eyes.

Marrok looked at him impatiently. “Well?” He asked as the doctor continued to delay, his

eyebrow arched. “Anybody can tell by looking at her that she hasn't aged. I'm more concerned about the things we can't see.” Another knock sounded on the door.

“What is this, a damned open house?” He growled irritably as he moved to the door to yank it

open. Alexander and Carole Anne waited patiently on the steps, looking much more rested than the last time Taylor had seen them. They were with a gentleman that looked remarkably like Alexander. Carole Anne was holding a large tray of food, the tantalizing smell reaching her from where she stood near the hallway. “My Liege,” Marrok acknowledged respectfully, stepping back so they could enter.

Alexander glared at him in response before shaking his head in reproach. “I thought we moved

past that.”

“Sorry,” Marrok replied with a wry grin. “What can I do for you?”

“We heard Doctor Sanders had the test results in, and we hoped you wouldn't mind if we sat in

for it. It's important that we know exactly what was done to your ma- I mean Taylor,” he quickly corrected himself. “Plus, Carole Anne wanted to bring some food over.”

Marrok left the door open after they stepped in. “Excuse me for a moment.” Everyone watched

with interest while he grabbed a piece of paper. Within a minute, a quickly written do not disturb sign was taped to the front door, before Marrok shut it firmly.

Alexander grinned widely, his expression amused. “I'll have to keep that one in mind,”

Alexander muttered suggestively, winking at Carole Anne. She just grinned in response, placing the tray of food on the table in front of the couch.

The man with them moved over to her, his hand extended. “You must be Taylor,” he said to her

kindly. “I'm Ivan, Alexander's grandfather.” He chuckled as she stared at him in shock. “It's not often I actually get to surprise anyone with that information. Welcome to Wolf Town, though.”

“Thank you,” she replied politely. Ivan smiled in response.

Marrok moved back to the chair he had been sitting in, while everyone else moved to sit down.

Carole Anne looked up at Taylor, who was still standing. “Don't you want to sit?”

“No, thank you,” she answered, watching the doctor. Taylor knew she sounded stilted and

formal, but she couldn't help it. “I'd just like to hear what the tests showed.”

Doctor Sanders flushed as he cleared his throat. “Well, like I mentioned before, you're

essentially healthy. We did find a lot of one drug in your body, but it's not one we've ever heard of before. It seems to be something that suppresses your emotions. We are researching it now to get a better idea of what it is. From what I can tell, I believe it will wear off a lot in the next few weeks. Do you have any idea of what it could be?”

She nodded. “Every month I was given an injection. I noticed the effects almost immediately. It leaves my mind hazy, and it makes it hard for me to feel anything. Almost like someone is throwing a blanket over my feelings. They are still there, just smothered down to the point of where I simply can't acknowledge them.”

Everyone watched her curiously. “Does anything seem to relieve it?” Ivan asked, concerned.

Taylor blushed, watching Marrok out of the corner of her eyes. He didn't look back. After a

brief hesitation, she shook her head. She wasn't about to inform them that sexual contact with Marrok lessened the symptoms.

Ivan noticed the exchange between Marrok and his mate, and he was secretly pleased. It was

obvious to everyone in the room that she was attracted, just as it was blatantly obvious that Marrok was purposely ignoring her. He swallowed down the chuckle. Something told him that Marrok's days of strict self-control were fixing to come to an end. Nothing could ruffle a man's calm faster than his mate.

Taylor was feisty, and she was going to lead Marrok on a merry chase, of that he was sure.

Doctor Sanders cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. “Obviously, there have been some changes in your body. I think we all know that humans age, no matter what. Something had to of happened to stop the aging, and we did a lot of testing to try to determine and isolate the cause.”

“What did you find?” Alexander asked, exchanging a puzzled look with Marrok. It was clear to

Taylor that the men weren't used to the doctor hedging around the issue like he apparently was.

Doctor Sanders dropped the folder on the table in front of him. “I'm just going to say it. Taylor is carrying wolf essence. It's not enough to make her shift during the full moon, but it's enough to delay aging and give her the benefits of a werewolf.” He sat back and waited for their reaction.

Taylor watched the doctor in puzzlement. She was surprised but relieved to finally know the

truth. It explained a lot. There were things far worse than being a small fraction of a werewolf, so she couldn't understand why the doctor had hesitated to such an extent. She looked at the others curiously.

The room was quiet as a tomb. Everyone except Marrok looked uncomfortable. He just looked